Hobbits. [ he's never heard of a hobbit, either. a people that arose after his death, perhaps? ] .. You must miss it dearly. [ he sounds fond of his home, at the least. there are days when maedhros misses his own, but it doesn't do much good to. he can never return, after all.

the question makes him lift his head, glancing at his destroyed room with something like embarrassment. he can't remember the last time he truly lost control like that. (not since morgoth, anyway.)]

I did, yes, though my brother is on his way to collect me like an errant elfling. [ a small, rusty, rasping little laugh, weary and self-effacing. ] It has been.. a trying arrival.